When I see your bitch I make her ass clap uh If you fuck with me best believe ima shoot back I’m a MAC when that gun crack I don’t even care what you say you pack Cuz you rap whack I don’t cut slack when the shells stack When I yell attack all my blackjacks pop a Prozac and throw back the hammer on a cold mac We don’t show tracks And we don’t hold back And you’ll never see us fuckin up like Kodak Ima roll back